Why Churches, by Andy Marshall @fotofacade
Churches taught me how to use a camera. With churches, as the purest water is filtrated through stone and shale, so they do with light. They hold within their percolated space a light-broth thick with atmosphere. #thread
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Churches taught me how to use a camera. With churches, as the purest water is filtrated through stone and shale, so they do with light. They hold within their percolated space a light-broth thick with atmosphere. #thread
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Whilst a photograph can hint at time’s passage, churches press the grubby nose of the past right up to the present. Whereas photographs can halt time’s procession, churches suck it in with an imperceptible hoarding of time.
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In these sacred nooks a gathering takes place. It’s here that an ocean of generations comes to shore - the monuments, inscriptions, and carvings; the rood, encaustic and vaulting - washed up like driftwood. 3/7
Churches are places that listen and places that tell.
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Their presence speaks of survival and continuity.
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They are places of thought and contemplation, of memory and compassion, of myth and mystery, of bone and flesh, of art and craft, of song and dance, of fabric and weave, of texture and colour, ...
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of the singular and the plural, of discrimination and diversity, of fallibility and strength, of the physical and the spiritual, of sadness and of the humours, of sickness and healing.
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